Serpent On The Fuselage

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Serpent On The Fuselage

Chinese girl with a Walkman on
Her bra shows through her blouse
Her eyes say, somebody, hurt me please
The taste of copper is in her mouth

That guy’s got something wrong with him
He’s walking, but his legs ain’t working right
He’s walking like Coltrane played the saxophone
Yeah, he’s beautiful
Like a dying bird is beautiful
Like a wounded soul is beautiful

There’s a leather jacket on a nail
There’s a woman in a white corsage
A couple standing by an old Corsair
There’s a serpent’s tail on the fuselage

I think of my father as this handsome ghost
Hovering over his boyhood home in Saginaw
Looking down on the women that he loved
I wish I could see the things that he saw

There’s a leather jacket on a nail
There’s a woman in a white corsage
A couple standing by an old Corsair
There’s a serpent’s tail on the fuselage

Why do the good ones have to die?
I don’t care about the rest
God in his infinite wisdom
I guess

Thank you, Mata Hari for destroying my faith
Thank you, Delilah for betraying me
Thank you, Salome for cutting off my head like that
Thank you, Mary for some small comfort

There’s a leather jacket on a nail
There’s a woman in a white corsage
A couple standing by an old Corsair
There’s a serpent’s tail on the fuselage
There’s a serpent’s tail on the fuselage
There’s a skeleton dancing on the fuselage

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Rob JungklasMemphis, Tennessee

It seems that Jung Klas a man of extremes who have emotions and soul torments rush through blood and nerves as music. Sometimes he sounds like a lost soul or like a wounded animal that wants to shake his skin. Away from him